"No, it can't be!" Sirius cried out in horror, "Dumbledore won't kill Harry. ”

"I think so, but ......," Calvin hesitated, "Harry's situation is special right now. ”

"Special? Is there anything wrong with Harry? Sirius asked, puzzled.

Calvin skipped the question, "I'll tell you about this when I see Harry." ”

Then he tapped his pen on the table, "Sirius, even if you choose to trust Dumbledore, we should take the initiative into our own hands. ”

Sirius sat back in his chair, "Kaka, what do you mean by that?" ”

"Blake, we need our own strength, we can't rely on Dumbledore alone." Calvin's eyes flashed with a strange light, "Dumbledore wasn't going to kill Harry, but he chose to put all his chips on Harry. ”

"He had heard a prophecy that only Harry could kill Voldemort, so as long as Harry was at school, he would keep sharpening Harry, like forging a sharp sword, just to complete the final blow to Voldemort."

Sirius froze completely, "Harry, Harry, he's still a kid. ”

"Yes, Harry was still a child, and the task of killing Voldemort was completely out of his hands. So we need our own strength. Calvin looked at Blake solemnly.

Sirius hesitated, first staring at Calvin's blood-red twin boys, then lowering his head, and finally looking up at Calvin reluctantly, making his choice between Dumbledore and Calvin.

"I'm going to do it with you, what should we do, how should we gather people?"

Calvin smiled lightly, he had already taken the first step towards the big thing he was going to do.

"Don't bother, someone will gather it for us." Calvin said with a smile.

"Who?" Sirius asked busily.

"Fudge," Calvin spat out the name lightly, and then explained in Sirius' puzzled gaze, "Fudge will be interfering in the selection of the Aurors recently, he has replaced the head of the Law Enforcement Division and the director of the Auror Office, and the next step is to fire a group of disobedient old people and replace them with a group of new people who have no roots. ”

"This is a good opportunity for us to intervene in the Aurors," Calvin said, "and I'm going to get Scrimgeour and Maguire through and have them make you an instructor for the Aurors, and you're going to train those new guys well." ”

"Will this work?" Sirius asked with a frown, he felt that this plan was really unreliable, "As far as I know, Auror instructors are generally retired experienced Aurors. ”

The corners of Calvin's mouth curled, "Fudge insists on changing the blood of the Auror team, how can he still let the original Auror serve as an instructor." Rest assured, I'll convince Fudge that you're the best fit for the Auror Instructor. ”

Now Calvin has moved away from controlling Fudge with money, and he has found Fudge's most terrifying thing - losing power. Calvin kept spreading this fear in front of Fudge and convinced him that only he could solve the problem.

To put it simply, Fudge was PUA by Calvin.

At this moment, the door of the study was pushed open, and a house-elf covered with only a dirty rag entered the study, wiped the floor with an even dirtier rag, and muttered in a hoarse, deep voice:

"The noble son of the Brick family took his friends of more than blood, and walked into the old mansion of Brick, and made a mess of the whole house. His character really hasn't changed at all. What a stupid young master......"

"Shut up, Kreacher, get out of here," Sirius frowned, slapping the table and yelling, "I'm not allowed to come in when I'm in the study!" ”

Calvin's eyes were fixed on the aging house-elf, or the locket-box hanging around the house-elf's neck, to be precise.

"Wait a minute, Sirius, even if it's a house-elf, should give them the respect they deserve." Calvin dissuaded, and with a gesture of his right hand, Kreacher flew from the ground and was grabbed by Calvin by the neck.

"Calvin, what are you doing?" Sirius didn't understand Calvin tonight.

"Let go of Kreacher, you filthy guest!" Even though he was being caught, Kreacher continued to struggle and scream.

Calvin held up the locket hanging from Kreacher's neck in his right hand. It is very delicate, and there is a complex star chart around it, which seems to have a close relationship with astrology. Engraved on the back are a series of intricate alchemical formulas, something that can only be learned from Nicol Lemay. On the front is engraved some of the use and teaching of black magic.

And in the opening of the locket, there are two entwined.

"Let go, let go of your dirty hands," Kreacher suddenly increased the intensity of his struggle, "you don't deserve to touch it yet, destroying it is the last mission that Master Regulus gave Kreacher!" ”

"Regulus, you say Regulus!" Sirius didn't expect that his house-elves also had ulterior secrets.

Calvin let go of Kreacher, and the aging house-elf immediately hid in the corner of the study, hiding the locket behind him, as if to block Calvin's gaze.

"It seems that you didn't complete the task that Regulus gave you, didn't you?" Calvin asked with a smile.

Kreacher suddenly turned around and slammed his head into the corner of the wall frantically, and said at the same time: "Useless Kreacher, you can't protect Young Master Regulus, you can't destroy this strange locket, you can't control the ruined Young Master Sirius, and you can't look at the old mansion of the Blake family." ”

Calvin and Sirius watched as the mad Kreacher frantically punished himself. In the end, it was Sirius who stopped Kreacher's madness.

"That's enough, Kreacher, tell me what's going on, the idiot Regulus, and the locket."

Kreacher stopped hitting the wall with his big head, stared at a bulge on his head, and said angrily, "Master Regulus is not an idiot!" ”

"He's an idiot who ran to join the Death Eaters and gave his life for nothing!" Sirius said angrily.

"You compare yourself to him, like a fool without guts!" Kreacher trembled with excitement.

……

"He's 10,000 times better than you, and he joined the Death Eaters instead of you!" Kreacher's snot and tears flowed down his face.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Kreacher. He was an admirer of Voldemort, and always has been! Mom was glad that he had lived as a noble Blake. She can happily tell her filthy little sisters that there is a hero in the family. ”

"Master Regulus is not an admirer of Voldemort, he also gave his life to fight Voldemort!"

"You dirty, cowardly, stinking excommunicater!"